Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shots And Imagines

Rosa Diaz- Wedding (a)

Sunlight cascaded through the windows and, thanks to the stained-glass windows, splintered into an array of multi-coloured rays that fell onto the handful of people that you had invited to attend yours and Rosa's wedding.

You both stood at the altar, a sea of eyes washed over you, a mixture of hopeful and maybe even a few slightly jealous of the immense love and the incredible bond that was shared between you and her. Of course, everybody knew Rosa as the stone-faced woman who only smiled when there was an above average amount of bloodshed and violence but today, she couldn't her lips for curling.

Jake, Terry and the rest of the precinct sat mostly quietly in the corner except from the occasional nose-blow from Charles and every so often Hitchcock or Scully would try to make some kind of indecent comment, fortunately the rest of the crew were working hard keeping them at bay.

"Can't believe were finally here." Rosa gently clasped your hand in yours, you had never seen her be so gentle and so reserved. "I just with the vicar was." She looked at the empty podium, the vicar had called many times and informed you that it would just 'be five more minutes', about half an hour ago. Rosa had given up with waiting and just wanted to see you.

"If he isn't here soon, I will kill him." You had absolutely no doubt that underneath her formfitting, elegant dress there was a combat knife or firearm tucked into a hidden holster.

"Rosa, no killing on our wedding day."

Captain Holt raised from his seat and quietly walked over, offering his services as somebody registered to perform the service.

"I don't think we have much of a choice." The Captain nodded and took his place upon the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Rosa and Y/N I would like to apologise for the delays in todays proceedings. Fortunately, I can conduct the service. I don't have much prepared but hopefully I can make this as magical and poetic as these two deserve." Rosa took a deep breath as Holt began, you could feel your hands begin to sweat and your knees shake.

"Love is... a specific balance of chemicals within the human physique..." Holt's very literal definition of love was interrupted by the aged doors of the church flying open and crashing against the ancient stonework.

"I'm sorry, I'm late... They had to get me in last minute." As soon as he spoke Jake and Rosa's jaw dropped in unison, both yelling out at the unexpected arrival of the Pontiac Bandit, Doug Judy.

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Written by Aaron.